Soft footsteps pad toward the room. My muscles lock tight.
Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod.
Jed pauses in the doorway and leans against the frame.
My vision dots over, and he fades in and out. Shit. Why can’t I see? My lungs burn, my chest seizes. Oh. Right. I draw in a gasping breath. Breathing is important. For living and…stuff.
Jed slowly comes back into focus, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so soft. His eyebrows are pinched, and his dark eyes swim with concern. For me? Some of my anxiety fades.
“You talked a big game out there.” His voice is firm, measured. “You sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” I burst out. “Totally. One hundred thousand percent.” But it comes out a bit wheezy.
He crosses his arms and lifts his brows. Yeah, he so doesn’t believe me.
I throw on a flirty smile and run my hands down my chest and abs. “You’re telling me you don’t want to get with this?”
His gaze is glued to where my hands hover above mypubes. I slide them slightly lower. His lips part, and my cock thickens. His attention on me is heady. My skin is alive, burning, tingling, needing more of that appreciation, needing tofeelit.
“Oh, I want,” he says thickly. His stare flicks back to mine. “But this is a two-way street. I don’t know where your head is at. I’m not about to be your great gay experiment. If you’re not completely ready for this, I’m out.”
“Could you come closer?” I whine. “You being fully clothed and across the room while I’m naked, balls in your face, is really not helping my nerves.”
He’s at my side in three strides, shirt gone on the way. I let out an unsteady breath as my attention pings over every inch of his bare torso. Dusting of dark chest hair. Thick, round pecs. Pierced nipple. I bite my lip. Yeah. That helps. His six-pack is built—heavy, defined muscles, like he works for it. I’ve never had to work for mine. I’m extremely in shape, but my abs stem from leanness. Jed’s? He built them brick by brick. I want to lick them. I want to follow that line of dark hair that disappears into his jeans. Lick other things.
“That’s a little more convincing.” His hoarse words fill the room. “When you look at me like that, I can almost believe you do want this.”
I stroke my now hard dick, and the movement draws his attention.
“Does this help?” I say huskily. “I promise I want this. No doubts. Just nerves. Nerves are normal, right? I’ve never been with a man.”
His fists are balled at his sides, jaw tight and ticking. He’s the picture of barely leashed restraint. Over me. It’s sexy as fuck.
“To think I brought you to a gay bar to try to scare you off,” he says hoarsely.
I chuckle. Yeah, that backfired. “There is one thing I take issue with, though,” I say softly. His dark eyes snap to mine. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”
“I suppose we should rectify that then.”
“You mean…rectum-fy.” I waggle my eyebrows. Because, yeah, definitely hoping we go there.
He lets out a sigh and glances heavenward, like I’m the most exasperating person to walk this earth. But his mouth tightens against a smile, and my heart beams. I think I might be growing on him. Finally. Just had to whip out my dick to get there. Who would’ve thought?
He pops the button of his jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper.
“Yeah. Nope. Too slow.” I lurch forward and yank his jeans down to his knees. And oh, heaven help me. I’m literally seconds away from rubbing my face against his dick imprint like a fucking cat. Like,lookat that thing. It’s a beast. I’d like to get acquainted with it.
His chuckle echoes through the room, and he finishes kicking out of his pants. “Okay. Now, all reservations are gone. Your impatience helps.” He dips a thumb into the waistband of his boxers. “On or off?”
I stare at him incredulously. “Are you really asking me that? Dude, show me your dick already.”
“Jeez. You could have asked a little more nicely.”
His tone is teasing, and I really fucking like it. Like this side of him. Like every new side of him I’ve seen tonight.
I flutter my eyelashes and drop my voice. “Please, Jed. Put me out of my misery and let me see that pretty dick.Please.”
“You,” he says tightly. “Are fresh.”
